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Friday, May 8, 2015

It’s a jock’s world (Jake meets Kev and Parker)

Special thanks to our reader Jake for the plot idea! If you (yes, I mean you, the hot little geek who gets off on imagining hot jocks busting his balls!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

“Hey, Jake, how’s it going?” Kev said with a smile. The 20 year old jock opened his locker and rummaged through his gym bag. His black hair was wet with sweat after an exhausting workout session.

“Kev”, Jake grinned. He was as old as Kev, a tall, handsome hunk with muscles in all the right places. He had a full head of black hair and his skin was tanned.

Both of them were shirtless, wearing loose shorts and sneakers.

The distinct odor of men’s sweat and testosterone filled the room. It was a large, shabby locker room. The walls were covered in grey and blue lockers, some of them open, some closed. Some were filled with old gym clothes, worn-out jock straps, dirty socks and shoes, others were occupied by discarded baseball bats, footballs, lacrosse rackets and gym stuff.

Jake heard footsteps approaching and grinned at Kev. “What do you say?”

Kev chuckled. “Okay. Give me one.”

The footsteps came closer.

Jake’s grin widened. “Double slap in the face.”

Kev let out a laugh.

The door opened, and a pale, skinny boy around 18 entered the room.

Kev stepped forward and blocked the pale boy’s way.

The boy stopped and looked at him.

Kev winked at him. Then his hands shot up and he slapped the boy’s face, first his left cheek, than his right cheek.

The boy let out a cry of pain as the imprint of Kev’s fingers appeared on his pale cheeks. He grabbed his face and looked at the ground.

“What do you say?” Jake yelled.

“Thank you”, the boy mumbled.

Kev and Jake burst out laughing, watching the boy walk to his locker.

“Okay, my turn”, Jake grinned.

Kev thought for a moment. “Sack tap.”

Jake laughed. “Yeah, I love those.”

“Make it a hard one”, Kev added with a grin.

“I always do”, Jake chuckled.

A moment later, the door opened and an athletic guy with curly brown hair and a three-day stubble entered the room, followed by a tall, handsome black guy. Both of them were in their early twenties, wearing basketball shirts and shorts.

“Oh shit”, the black guy mumbled, right before the back of Jake’s hand connected with his friend’s balls in his loose basketball shorts.

The curly guy let out a surprised gasp, followed by an anguished groan as he doubled over in pain, clutching his jewels.

“Oh yeah, right in the nutsack!” Kev yelled.

Jake and Kev roared with laughter.

“What the fuck was that about?” the curly guy moaned.

Jake grinned. “You’re new here, huh?”

The curly guy looked up, his face contorted in pain.

“It’s a little game these two jokers like to play”, his friend explained. “Just say ‘Thank you’, and move to your locker, man.”

The curly guy looked at Jake. “Thank you”, he mumbled.

Jake grinned. “You’re welcome, newbie.”

The two basketball players walked over to their locker.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been slapped in the face or hit in the nuts”, the black guy said with a shrug. “You get used to it.” His face broke into a grin. “And it’s quite funny when you’re not on the receiving end…”

A anguished grunt from a big, tanned bodybuilder made the basketball players turn around.

Kev’s knee had crunched his nuts into his pelvis.

“Thank you”, the bodybuilder said in a comically high-pitched voice.

Kev and Jake burst out laughing, and the pale boy and the basketball players joined in. The room was filled with laughter.

The bodybuilder walked over to his locker.

Jake looked at his watch. “I think I have time for one more.”

Kev grinned. “The next one is the bitch.”

The other guys in the room went “Oooooh!”

The curly basketball player turned to his friend. “The bitch?”

His friend chuckled. “Just watch…”

Footsteps.

The guys in the room looked at the door.

***

Parker had just finished his workout. He wiped the sweat of his forehead with the back of his hand and took a big gulp of water from his plastic bottle. The 21 year old had a trained and athletic body. He had worked for a circus, and he liked to stay in shape. His dyed red hair was wet with sweat and clinging to his head. He was wearing black sneakers, a grass-green tank top and bright pink boxers. It was his usual workout dress, even if it drew snickers and remarks from the guys around him. Parker didn’t care.

Parker headed to the locker room, whistling happily. He was going to see his boyfriend tonight. He opened the door to the locker room and stopped dead in his tracks.

Jake smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, I’ll stop squeezing”, he said casually and let go of Parker’s nuts.

Parker sighed in relief and moved his hands towards his groin. Before he had a chance to grab himself, though, Jake’s sneaker-clad foot crashed into the soft, bulging mound in Parker’s pink boxers, flattening it brutally and crunching his precious nuts into his body. A dull thud echoed through the room as the tip of Jake’s sneaker met Parker’s precious balls.

“Ouch, that’s gotta hurt”, the curly basketball player cringed in sympathy as Parker let out a dry cough, his eyes slowly crossing.

Parker’s knees met and he doubled over in pain, clutching his aching testicles and moaning in agony.

Parker looked up at Jake and Kev, his face a mask of pain. “Please”, he whispered hoarsely. “Guys, please, don’t---“

“Anyone want to help us spread the bitch’s legs?” Jake turned around and smiled at the spectators.

They didn’t have to be told twice.

Parker made a feeble attempt to flee, but he was quickly subdued by the four guys while Kev and Jake watched him, huge grins on their faces.

A moment later, Parker was on the ground. The bodybuilder was sitting on Parker’s chest, his knees on Parker’s arms. The two basketball players were holding Parker’s legs apart in a wide V, exposing the hot bulge in Parker’s pink boxers. And the skinny, pale boy was sitting on Parker’s face, muffling his screams with his bony ass.

Kev laughed and rubbed his hands. He brought his leg back and kicked Parker’s nuts with all the force he could muster.

A collective “Ooooohhh” of mock sympathy came from the two basketball players and the bodybuilder while Parker was screaming into the pale boy’s ass.

“Good kick”, Jake chuckled and shoved Kev away. “Let me try.” The tip of sneaker slammed into the soft mound in Parker’s pink boxers, striking both of his juicy testicles and thoroughly rearranging them in his sack.

Parker let out a shrill, muffled scream as the basketball players cheered and laughed at his pain.

Jake lifted his foot and stomped down on Parker’s nuts, driving them into his body.

Parker’s body was convulsing as the pain washed through his body.

Jake twisted his foot, squashing Parker’s nuts under his sole as if he was stomping out a cigarette.

“Yeah, grind his nuts like grapes!” the curly basketball player chuckled.

“Turn them into peanut butter!” his black friend chimed in.

Everyone erupted in laughter – except for Parker who screamed into the pale boy’s ass.

Jake looked around and spotted a baseball bat in an open locker. He grabbed it and weighed it in his hand. Then his eyes fell on a golf club. “Awesome”, he chuckled. “That’s even better.”

When Kev saw what Jake held in his hand, he laughed out loud. “A golf club? What’s that doing here?”

Jake grinned at him and shrugged. “No idea. But I know I need to practice my drive.” He positioned himself behind Parker’s balls, doing his best Tiger Woods impression. He slapped Parker’s bulge with the business end of the golf club a couple of times to get a feel for his target.

Kev chuckled.

Jake looked at Kev. “What’s that word that golfers yell before they hit the ball?”

Kev shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s ‘Fore’”, the pale boy sitting on Parker’s face said with a smile.

“Thanks, dweeb”, Jake chuckled and lifted the club. “Fore!” he yelled before smashing it into Parker’s vulnerable balls.

The heavy metal club smashed into Parker’s balls with a dull thud, making Parker shriek from the top of his lungs.

Jake chuckled. “Not bad for a first-timer, huh?”

Kev laughed. “Yeah, sounds like I hit a hole in one.”

Jake grinned. “I bet there’s a hole in his sack where his balls popped out.”

The room erupted with laughter.

Kev rummaged through the locker and grabbed the baseball bat. “Let me see if I can hit a home run.”

Jake laughed. “Good luck, man.”

Kev looked at the basketball players. “Make him stand up straight.”

It took quite a bit of effort since Parker tried to curl up and shield his balls, but finally, the guys managed to prep him up, his legs spread wide apart.

Kev brought the bat into Parker’s crotch with a hard, powerful, precise blow that made Parker’s eyes bulge and his cheeks puff as he let out a hoarse, pitiful, wheezing moan.

“Fuck yeah!” Kev yelled. “Yeah!”

“I can do better”, Jake interrupted him and grabbed the bat. “Watch this.” He bit his lower lip and looked at his target, the big bulge in Parker’s pink boxers.

“Please”, Parker croaked. “Please, Jake.”

Jake looked up and grinned. “What do you think, Parker? Think I’ll hit a home run?”

Parker cleared his throat. “Please, man.”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “Tell me, I’m interested in your opinion.”

Parker gulped. “I think you’ll hit a home run”, he said in a toneless voice.

“I think so, too”, Jake chuckled. “Hey, get those balls out for me, okay? I need to see my targets.”

The curly basketball player chuckled and reached inside Parker’s boxers, grabbing his balls and yanking them out of his pants. He prepped the waistband under Parker’s sack, making his big, juicy balls hang out in the open, bare and vulnerable.

They were visibly swollen, two red, bloated balls that looked huge – and very inviting.

Parker’s eyes widened in terror as he watched the heavy bat collide with his groin. Time slowed down. It was as if everything happened in slow motion. First, the bat hit his lower hanging left nut, making it shoot up inside his sack. Then the bat connected with the right nut, making it join its swollen brother on its way up. The two testicles smashed into each other, changing their trajectory. They went up and up and up, stretching the skin of his nutsack. It was fascinating. Parker looked at his balls, his eyes wide open. They wanted to go further, stretching the skin of his sack thinner and thinner. Parker almost thought he could see through the skin at the bare flesh of his balls. Slowly, his balls descended again, and he felt a warm feeling of relief. That feeling didn’t last long, though. A throbbing, stinging pain washed through his body, as if a grenade had exploded inside his ballsack.

Then he blacked out.

Parker’s body went limp and he sank to the ground.

Kev and Jake erupted in cheers and high-fived each other.

“Home run!” Jake yelled, doing a little victory dance.

“Yeah, you’re the man!” Kev shouted, jumping up and down and raising his hands.

The two basketball players, the bodybuilder and the pale boy clapped their hands and cheered.

Parker opened his eyes and groaned in pain. His nuts were killing him. He curled up in a ball, clutching his balls and moaning in agony.

“I’m the man!” Jake yelled, laughing.

“You’re the man!” Kev chimed in, patting Jake’s shoulders.

“That was awesome”, the curly basketball player chuckled.

“Fucking great”, his black friend chimed in.

The bodybuilder chuckled. “You really worked his nuts over.”

“Yeah, that fucking loser”, the pale boy laughed.

Parker was on the ground, nursing his battered balls, groaning and moaning in pain.

“Fuck yeah!” Kev chuckled.

Jake weighed the baseball bat in his hand, winked at Kev and looked at the other guys. “Who’s next?”

The basketball players looked at each other.

The bodybuilder blinked.

Everyone’s eyes fell on the pale, skinny boy who smiled nervously. “Guys?” he said weakly.

Jake chuckled and put a hand on the pale boy’s shoulder. “Congratulations”, he grinned before ramming his knee into the pale boy’s groin.